I had one of those moments, where—during the opening sequence of a movie, the establishing shots—I forgot what I was watching. Then words began to fade in over a wash of gray-white clouds and I couldn’t decipher whether it spelled out the lead actor’s name or the movie’s title. They came into focus and I had to sound them out phonetically in my head. “THE-BUK O-FEEL-EE.”
What nationality could a person be with a name like that? Nigerian mixed with Irish and Italian? Was he the guy in Blood Diamond, or Kick Boxer? A few minutes later I realized the star of this movie was not Thebook O’Feli. No. I came to this realization after seeing an image of Denzel Washington, watching another minute of The Book of Eli.
If I have to write another cover letter, my brain will liquefy, turn to goo; it will be no more here. The move to Minneapolis takes place two weeks from today. I promise to post pictures of the new apartment soon.
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